lightning&wheat

Your teeth believe that teeth are for tearing
Tear into me and the scent of you sweating smells good to me
As long as we keep in our clothes

And out in the dark the world is still rolling
Kids in their cars, cigarette smoking
And all that they are just reeks with the sweetest belief

But I let you down
And swollen and small is where you’ll find me now
With that silver stripping off 
From my tongue you’re tearing out
And you’ll never hear me talk 

All I could want is silver and spinning 
Out from your arms and into the pretty pit of your heart
So simply and softly we’d flow

(Source: Spotify)

I went camping with peacocks this weekend.  Near this, not in it.

Upon making these determinations, which are not such as to bring the hot flush of excitement to the old cheek, you measure out your iceless over-the-limit drinks, using a little cold water as a make-do, and return to what is called the “living” room, and prepare to live, for a little while longer, in a truce with your circumstances—aware that there are wretches worse off than you, people whose trepanations have not been successful, girls who have not been invited to the sexual revolution, priests still frocked.

(Source: bookspaperscissors, via somegreenthoughts)

there is nothing that distracts me music is only a crossword puzzle do you know how it is when you are the only passenger if there is a place further from me I beg you do not go

I went on a weekend trip to DC to visit my best friend, who I met on the schoolbus when I was in 8th grade and he was in 11th grade.  We rode bikes, saw art, ate mexican food, drank at some of the coolest bars until I got too tired for the rest of the coolest bars, had milkshakes, laid in grass, went to an estate sale, drank absinthe from Philadelphia, laid in Matt’s new apartment, read aloud, ate breakfast in the backyard and he taught me how to make really good coffee.  All the best things.

life:

May is National Bike Month in the United States, and in towns and cities all over the country people young and old are clambering aboard their beloved machines and blithely pedaling into a brighter, cleaner, healthier tomorrow. Or losing their balance, wiping out and maiming themselves. Either way, they’re getting exercise. Happy cycling, everybody!

Here, LIFE.com offers a selection of photos of these preposterous creations from six long decades ago — mechanistic marvels that belie the famous old saying (which we just made up) that there’s no such thing as a useless bicycle…

breakfast in the backyard

radonwolf:

S + G.